Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 161 [Muscle Witch] Ai Ruosu

Chapter 162 [Muscle Witch] Ai Ruosu

Seeing this, Wang Dong sensed his brothers were about to be surrounded again, and quickly asked, "Have you had lunch?"

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head. "No."

"That's perfect, let's go to the Witch's Diner together, I heard they have some new special dishes."

Wang Dong carefully put the card away. "This time it's my treat, consider it a celebration of your breakthrough."

Zhang Qingzhe frowned.

Whenever he mentioned the Witch's Diner, he would think of Tong Yunran.

That origami-loving "Great Witch" manages the witch's cafeteria's menu; who knows what kind of amazing dishes she'll pull off this time?

New dishes with N-values.

However, it's quite rare that Wang Dong, that stingy guy, actually offered to treat everyone.

So, after much struggle, Zhang Qingzhe finally agreed.

The two walked along the sun-drenched stone steps, chatting about interesting things that happened in their class, as they headed towards the cafeteria, which was located at the highest point of the college.

On the training ground to one side of the stone steps, older students were practicing, and the light of magic cards occasionally flashed.

This used to be against school rules, but now it's completely off the table.

It seems that the threat posed by the Deadpool organization and the Dragon Disaster Zone has indeed expanded to a certain extent.

Stepping into the Witch's Diner is like stepping into another world.

The air was filled with an indescribable sweetness, mixed with a smell similar to rust and herbs.

Zhang Qingzhe braced himself and went inside, finding a seat on the side among the wooden tables adorned with bizarre reliefs.

Wang Dong glanced at the signboard, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Zhang Qingzhe, look at today's special dish!"

He pointed to the bizarre dish names written in fluorescent paint, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Wriggling Eyeball Stewed Potatoes," "Rainbow Mushroom Soup," and "Beef Ribs That Will Beg for Mercy!" Which one would you like?

Just hearing those names made Zhang Qingzhe feel a wave of despair.

People really shouldn't be greedy for small gains.

Is it too much of a price to pay just to rip off that stingy Wang Dong for a meal?

"Whatever—"

Zhang Qingzhe rolled his eyes, dragging out his words listlessly, already beginning to deeply reflect on himself.

"Okay! I've decided for you!"

Wang Dong, on the other hand, was in high spirits.

He has always had an extraordinary enthusiasm for these exotic things.

Moreover, having just finalized the deal for the [Shield Card], he was in a state of euphoria, on the verge of becoming incredibly wealthy.

Not long after, a steaming plate of beef ribs was served to Zhang Qingzhe.

Judging from its appearance alone, it's surprisingly normal?

It could even be described as tempting.

The ribs were a beautiful deep reddish-brown color, coated in a glistening, thick broth, and the rich aroma of meat wafted through the air.

Zhang Qingzhe hesitated before picking up his chopsticks and carefully poking at the largest piece.

The next second, the rib suddenly trembled!

A pitiful voice, trembling with sobs, came directly from inside the steak: "Waaah—! Dude! Have mercy!"

The texture of the rib meat seemed to transform into a distorted human face, its voice filled with extreme sorrow.

"I have an 80-year-old mother to support, and a three-year-old baby crying for food! I've never done anything wrong in my life, I'm just a bit of a delicious-looking person—please, have mercy on me! I... I'm begging you!"

The ribs even undulated slightly in the plate, making a gesture similar to bowing, causing the broth to slosh around.

Zhang Qingzhe, holding his chopsticks, was completely petrified.

Is this really something humans can eat?

What kind of mess do these "witches" want to make of the cafeteria?

"cousin!"

A breeze carrying the sweet fragrance of flowers wafted in along with the light footsteps.

A soft, slender hand inadvertently landed on Zhang Qingzhe's shoulder.

Without saying a word, Lin Wan squeezed into the seat next to him.

They pushed Wang Dong, who was originally sitting there, firmly to one side.

Wang Dong cried out "Ouch!" and slumped off his chair.

But he was completely helpless when faced with this wild girl.

He could only reluctantly move to the other side, clutching his strangely colored bowl of thick soup.

Lin Wan didn't care at all; her eyes were sparkling as she focused intently on Zhang Qingzhe's profile.

"Cousin, it's been so long since I've seen you."

"It hasn't been more than a few days."

Zhang Qingzhe answered somewhat helplessly, his eyes still fixed on the chattering rib, unsure how to begin eating.

"You rarely come to the cafeteria," Lin Wan said, puffing out her cheeks slightly.

"My main problem is that I don't like the food here," Zhang Qingzhe said honestly.

"Miss, could you please persuade him to let me go?" the beef ribs pleaded again.

"You're too noisy, you're interrupting our conversation!"

Lin Wan suddenly picked up her chopsticks and swiftly and accurately stabbed them into the piece of rib.

"Whoa—!"

The rib let out a short, painful scream, spitting out a small stream of thick, meaty juice.

Then it fell completely silent, as if it had been killed a second time.

"Oh—so that's how it's done."

Zhang Qingzhe nodded in sudden realization, silently noting down this strange dining technique.

"My friend and I are here to try the new dishes!" Lin Wan's tone became cheerful again.

Only then did Zhang Qingzhe notice that there was another person next to Lin Wan.

She was an exceptionally strong girl, wearing the same school uniform as Lin Wan.

However, the overly developed muscle lines made the shirt look a bit tight.

Her face was actually quite delicate, but when paired with that powerful physique, it created an extremely jarring visual contrast.

It feels like Dilraba's head was placed on Schwarzenegger's shoulder.

Her expression was even stranger.

Stiff as if wearing a mask, with dull, staring eyes and a fixed, emotionless "smile" at the corners of his mouth.

"This is Ai Ruosu, my good friend," Lin Wan introduced affectionately.

Ai Ruosu nodded in agreement, her movements carrying an unnatural sense of hesitation.

Zhang Qingzhe could sense something amiss; even the magical circuits within his body were experiencing subtle tremors.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

"She's a witch, you know!"

Lin Wan added another sentence, her tone carrying a hint of boastfulness.

Looking at the muscular witch, Zhang Qingzhe nodded.

The existence of witches is shrouded in too many unknown secrets.

It's normal for her to act a little strangely!

Ai Ruosu quietly sat down next to Wang Dong, and her strong, thick biceps made Wang Dong subconsciously shrink his neck.

He really likes pretty girls, and he has some romantic ideas about "witches".

But when faced with someone like Ai Ruosu, he didn't dare utter a sound.

Ai Ruosu's expression remained unchanged, only her eyes slowly turned towards Zhang Qingzhe, moving up and down like a scanner.

In this delicate atmosphere, the wind chimes at the cafeteria entrance rang out crisply once more.

Gu Xintong walked in.

Miss Gu is dressed beautifully as always today.

Her long, smooth hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her off-white shirt made her skin appear exceptionally fair.

Her gaze swept across the room and soon landed on Zhang Qingzhe's table.

A smile appeared on her lips, and she was just about to raise her hand to say hello.

But when he saw Lin Wan standing right next to Zhang Qingzhe, his smile immediately faded.

She didn't go up to greet them again, but instead arrogantly raised her chin and turned to walk towards the empty table next door.

The action of putting down the backpack carried a deliberate force.

Zhang Qingzhe also saw Gu Xintong.

He happened to have some things to do and wanted to chat with her for a bit.

He glanced at the finally quiet ribs, then noticed Lin Wan chattering away beside him.

He took a deep breath and said, "Lin Wan, I have something to discuss with Gu Xintong. Excuse me."

Zhang Qingzhe tried his best to make his tone sound normal.

He picked up his plate and walked towards Gu Xintong's table.

Lin Wan's eyes widened instantly.

She stared at Zhang Qingzhe's back, then glared at Gu Xintong at the next table, her lips pressed into a straight line.

Anger, disappointment, and jealousy mingled in his eyes, almost tangible.

And what about Gu Xintong?

Seeing Zhang Qingzhe walk over, the slight displeasure she felt was immediately replaced by a hint of smugness.

She met Lin Wan's gaze, her rosy lips curving slightly, her eyes revealing the smugness of a victor.

The two girls' eyes met across the distance.

The already eerie atmosphere of the Witch's Diner now seemed to be crackling with tiny static electricity.

Zhang Qingzhe sat down opposite Gu Xintong and placed his plate on the table.

The rib lay there obediently, as if the earlier lamentation had been nothing more than an absurd illusion.

"I have something I want to ask you," Zhang Qingzhe said.

Gu Xintong did not respond immediately, but simply reached out her slender fingers and gently smoothed her long, soft hair by her cheek.

This movement revealed her fair ears, the magic earrings shimmering with tiny lights.

She raised her large, warm eyes and looked at Zhang Qingzhe with a hint of displeasure: "You and Lin Wan were sitting side by side just now." There was a touch of emotion in her voice. "Why is it that when it was my turn, I sat across from her?"

Zhang Qingzhe was stunned for a moment, completely baffled as to what was there to argue about.

I just want to say a few words.

Doesn't it all matter where you sit?

Girls' minds are so hard to understand —

Gu Xintong glanced furtively out the window, as if her attention was drawn to the clouds on the horizon.

However, she gently straightened the empty seat next to her.

"—Sit here."

Her voice was even lower than before, tinged with an barely suppressed shyness.

Zhang Qingzhe looked at her slightly red ear tips and felt the piercing gaze coming from the next table.

In the end, he could only reluctantly indulge this little bit of whim, get up and sit down next to Gu Xintong.

Lin Wan, sitting at the next table, witnessed the entire scene.

Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, a lump forming in her throat, she was so angry she almost suffocated.

Wang Dong lowered his head and ate his rice, not daring to say a word, but in his heart he sighed, "Being handsome really allows you to do whatever you want; wherever you go, it's a battlefield."

Zhang Qingzhe lowered his voice: "I'd like to ask about the attack on the Little Witch. Does your Mood Candy Company have any news?"

When Gu Xintong heard this topic, her expression finally became more serious.

She tucked a strand of long hair that had fallen over her shoulder behind her ear and tapped her fingertips lightly on the table.

"I've already specifically asked about this."

She raised her gentle eyes, her voice clear and steady, "Our Gu's Mood Candy Company will fully cooperate with the Witch Sisters' actions. We will not only provide all the data, but also establish a special fund to protect those little witches with special talents."

Hearing this reply, Zhang Qingzhe relaxed a little.

It seems that Mood Candy Company and the Witch Sisters Association are quite attentive to protecting their own people.

"That's good—thank you." Zhang Qingzhe said sincerely.

Then, he remembered another important matter, and his tone became slightly apologetic: "Oh, right, there's something else I'd like to trouble you with. About the healing cards—"

As Zhang Qingzhe said this, he subconsciously took a bite of the beef rib.

Then I realized that this thing was talking just now.

He held the meat in his mouth, unsure whether to swallow it or spit it out.

Gu Xintong looked at Zhang Qingzhe curiously. For some reason, he suddenly froze.

Then, this young lady, also out of a bit of curiosity, ordered a beef rib that could talk.

Zhang Qingzhe felt a headache coming on.

I finally managed to shut up my beef ribs, but now I have to listen to another plate groaning in pain.

Zhang Qingzhe gathered his thoughts and continued, "With my current skill level, I can't make any [healing cards]. So, could you—lend me a few to tide me over?"

After saying that, even he felt a little embarrassed.

After all, he already owed Gu Xintong more than 400,000 yuan. If things continued like this, he wouldn't be able to pay it back even if he sold himself.

Gu Xintong blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering.

Her self-glow drifted almost imperceptibly toward the next table, and Lin Wan was pricked up her ears, looking over in this direction with a huff.

A faint smile flickered across Gu Xintong's lips.

"Of course you can."

She answered with unusual ease, raising her voice slightly, "It's only right for friends to help each other."

As she spoke, Gu Xintong took out three cards from her exquisite card holder.

Its surface shimmered with pure white light as it was gently pushed in front of Zhang Qingzhe.

"These are all [healing cards]," Gu Xintong explained, tapping them one by one with her fingertip. "These two are low-level; you should know their effects."

Zhang Qingzhe nodded.

He had used the [Low-Tier Healing] card before.

The effect was indeed astonishing, causing his arm to regenerate instantly. "And this one—"

Gu Xintong's fingertips landed on the third card.

This card's radiance is more subdued, and the patterns on its surface are much more complex and mysterious. "It's a mid-tier [Healing Card]."

Zhang Qingzhe's pupils dilated slightly.

Even low-level healing cards can regenerate severed limbs.

So what kind of amazing effects will this mid-tier [Healing Card] have?

"I hope you can always carry this mid-tier [Healing Card] with you. Even if you don't use it, it will continuously restore your health," Gu Xintong said, squinting her eyes.

It's as if this isn't a card, but a ring with special meaning.

She hoped that the person she loved could always be on her person.

Zhang Qingzhe nodded slightly, but a practical problem immediately arose.

Just how expensive is that [Intermediate Healing Card]?

Am I about to incur a huge debt again?

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